Fugitives on the Run: Part 2

I knew I couldn’t, it was off limits. This was the last time we were going to see each other. Terribly tragic, I know, but what can you do? Three years ago I wouldn’t believe this site. I hated Lola when I met her, snobby, stuck up and, like every other high school elite, spoiled to the core, I guess people can change. Me, I was unmotivated, used drugs and had a blatant disregard for authority; I guess some people never change.

Our weekend getaway didn’t turn out as expected, nothing we do ever does. That’s not a bitter tone, no matter how terrible our plans turn out we have a great time together, but it’s goodbye now.

Our train arrived and now we were waiting for hers. This is where our tracks split.

Me: Ten minutes left.

Lola: We’re not going to sit here and stare at the clock like a bunch of idiots though.

Me: Hahahaha, no.

Lola: I have to pee, hold on.

Classy lady. I saw the minutes go buy, no stopping them. She was happy, happier then when we said goodbye last night. 7 minutes left. Is there really a point in staying here? I should just pick up my bags and leave; it’d be easier on her. 6 minutes. Good God, this woman has the bladder of a race horse, if she’s not back in one minute I’ll go. 5 minutes. Well, I guess it’s time. I put her bags on the bench, picked up my bags. Fuck, I have so much shit with me. As I stood up I saw her coming through the crowd, damnit. She always does this, in the airport, train station, bus stop everywhere she always shows up seconds before I leave. Bitch.

Me: I guess it’s time to say goodbye.

Lola: Yeah.

She wrapped her arms around me and I hugged back.

Me: I’m going to miss you.

Lola: I’m going to miss you too.

I pulled my lips away from her ear and had them dangerously close to hers. She pulled back and began to pout like a kid. She stomped her foot and in with a voice whinier the Fran Dreschers said.

Lola: I can’t, I don’t want to. It’ll make things too hard, why do you always have to do this?

Me: I don’t care.

So I grabbed her by the hip and kissed her. It must’ve been a weird show for everyone around us, it looked like she was about to slap me before I kissed her. She pulled back again, eyes full of tears and then she hugged me as hard as her arms let her.

Lola: Bye.

And she ran towards her gate. Little bitch. I caught up to her just in time.

Me: I just need to know, just tell me because I feel like if I’m going crazy. I just need to know if things were different, if our plans worked out once, do you think we could’ve been happy?

Lola: …you’re not crazy.

With that she walked away. I stood there smiling as I saw her walk up the stairs to her track. She took a turn and saw me looking at her. Fuck, I hate that she caught me looking at her. I took my bags and left to the main terminal.

I sat down as I watched everyone around me. So many people, I wonder how many were saying goodbye. I wonder how many people were going home or leaving it. I didn’t know where to go. I had everything I owned in those two bags, no ticket, I could go anywhere but I had nowhere to go. And that’s when it hit me. I did it, I was free. I squeezed and fought myself out of the status-quo prison I was stuck in and now I’m here. Standing in a place in between places, a place that could take me anywhere, wherever I went from now on was my choice. I took my bags and pulled out a cigarette.

Anal Pirate/Security Guard: Excuse me, sir, you can’t smoke in here.

Me: But it’s not even lit, I’m walking outsi…

Anal Pirate/Security Guard: Well please wait until you’re outside then.

Fuck.

Fugitives on the Run: Part 1

"If two people love each other, there can be no happy end to it"

-Ernest Hemingway

I stood at the edge of the train stop and gazed at the beautiful scenery. Battered old rusty train tracks, littered with beer bottles, fliers and the occasional half-joint, I’m pretty sure I saw a dream or two lying around there. It was comforting knowing that our lives relied on these rusty pieces of shit not falling apart, our future looked bleak. On the other side of the tracks was a flaccid chain link fence; its days of keeping conniving train riders at bay were over. The field it no longer protected was overrun by mutant weeds and a mysterious rectangular pond that was perfect for concealing corpses, firearms, babies or a combination thereof. The rundown motels at the end of the field were falling apart by the second, the occupants –most likely an assortment of hookers, drug dealers and politicians—weren’t doing any better.

I looked back at Lola…so were the two old pervs on the bench. She was trying to keep her skirt down while the wind did its best to reveal her well trimmed goods. To top it off the whole place smelled of shit, but there was not a turd in sight…Ahhh, New Jersey. I sat down next to her as the wind died down and their eyes went from her skirt to her cleavage.

Me: What time is it?

Her breasts are pretty fucking awesome

Lola: The scenery isn’t very romantic is it?

Me: Hahahaha, neither are we.

Lola: Yeah, I guess it’s a perfect fit then…the train is coming.

I put my arm around her and we both gazed at our disgustingly romantic spot. Cherry Hill, New Jersey. I can’t help but laugh when I think of that place. A terrible town in the worst state in the union, (Note: If you are from New Jersey I’m sorry, not for insulting it, but because you had to live there) but it was the only place we ever called ours. I could ramble on about our story, how we met, fighting the feelings, and the climax that every good story about a girl, but that’d be a waste of my time and yours, for now anyways. We go way back, as far as the eye can see, like rusty old train tracks. We’re still moving too, tracks leading towards somewhere where we can’t see. All I can tell you is about where we are, our little train stop, because that’s the only place you can really see.

We were sitting on the train, talked our way on with only one ticket, the cleavage helped. We took a seat and I started playing with her skirt.

Me: These designs look like fireworks.

Lola: I know…

Me: I like this one, it’s very Shazam.

Lola: Really? I think this one’s better.

Me: Fuck no, check out the color design and size on this one, it’d kick the other one’s ass

Lola: Haha, you wish.

At least she was laughing. I think I might actually miss this one.

Me: I want to kiss you so bad right now.

Lola: …